That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Sixty-Two

Chapter Sixty-Two

*Darcy iin the side!!!!!!

* D a r c y *

The group as become rather shocked by my envious remark, but my jealously couldn't maintain the urgency to spit it out. It has become rather obvious that Harry and I are rather a couple now, as in together, as in a relationship.

"Amanda." I clarify. "Jason was really bad, and a mistake to even think about going for in the beginning. Harry himself always warned me about him, and he got mad at me all the time for going with Jason. I finally figured out why he was so cautious and I am quite happy I am away from Jason. Harry was by my side through it all and now we are dating."

"Dating?" Grace repeats. "I am so happy for you!" She shouts in glee.

Though Amanda didn't look so found with my announcement. "You knew I liked him first."

"Honestly, Amanda." I begin. "I always wanted to figure him out since day one. From there we just sorta kinda started off. That's until he kissed me."

"Oh! Kissed you!" Chirped Grace, obviously the only one reacting so happily of me and Harry.

"I began to actually like him. It wouldn't matter if you liked him, because he doesn't like you. He is totally swooned by me." My statement hit her across face or punched her right off the campus because she never looked so angry or dull.

"Fucking Darcy." She grits with a nasty snarl. "You are such a bitch ass friend. We were like best friends? What happen? You're not innocent anymore? Fuck no! Harry and I were hitting it off real well."

I laugh which only made her even more angry. Harry's mouth has rubbed into my mouth with our kisses but, "I don't give a..." I pause, and Amanda waited for my next word, but I just said, "fuck."

Grace reacted quickly and covered my once innocent mouth, dragging me away from the furious girl burning with fury. She was ready to take me on and the funny thing about it. I didn't really care.

"Darcy Wilde." Grace exclaims with surprise while she crosses her arms in amusement. "You have a dirty mouth."

"I blame Harry." I chuckle lowly, feeling Graces hands shake me violently, also making me laugh a little louder.

"Darcy! No, no, no!" She places her hands around my head, touching my hair and messing it up over dramatically. "You can not become a bad girl."

"I won't." I laugh a little more. "A little cuss isn't anything."

"Girl." Grace sassed with a snap. "You are no one to be saying shit like that, alright." She moved her head in a circular motion, making me laugh loudly. "You are an angel, don't you cuss again!"

"Sorry, but I have to admit." I rubbed my lips. "It felt good to say it to Amanda."

"Screw her." Grace turns back, instantly looking at me again. "Who needs her! You got me."

"You were always there for me." I hug her. "Thank you."

"I know."

Slowly as the day ended, I drove back to my house but, ended up knocking at Harry's house just impatiently eager to see him.

Seconds passed, hearing the door open and I straighten my posture up again. Harry opened the door with a red nose, droopy eyes, messy hair, dark circles, and lazy eyes.

"Do you have a cold?" I gasped in worriment, hopping to touch his forehead.

Harry blew his nose through the napkin he had on his hand. "Yes." He said in a stuffy and full nose. His voice sounded even deeper and nasally.